I, the vulnerable, the abandoned am an abortion. My loved one is dying in my hands, extinguishing that spark of existence within me. I bit my lip to stem the tears cascading onto her lifeless face. I instantly reminisce the knife entering her, blood seeping out of her torn wounds. Time had stopped. Stuck in a motionless scene, I fell into an abyss of darkness, trapped by my own emotions. Tears. The only routine that eliminated the sorrow out of my suffering heart. She loved me for me and not as that hideous creature. Where will a creature of darkness go if not the shadows of the night?
